The waterbed started undulating softly and Tina was gently awakened by its wave motion. She was suddenly aware of other people in the room, over across the room she could see three bodies close together lovingly caressing one another. Tina could only get a flimsy view of things through the one eye that she had tentatively opened and that view was distorted by the up and down motion of the waterbed. Tina opened her other eye and looked more closely at the trio in the corner.
Now she could see lanky blonde Alice, who had joined Tina and Cliff for a tumble in the sack, kneeling before another woman. The woman was none other than Martha, the hostess of this little bash and Alice's mother.
Alice was kneeling in front of Martha who was sitting on a beanbag chair with her legs wide apart and her ringlets of red hair surrounded her hole. Tina felt a warmth between her legs as she viewed Martha's crotch, the red hair thin enough to let the pink lips of her cunt and her reddish clit show. But even more than Martha's cunt, her small, oval tits, so small that her nipples practically covered the entire tits, jiggled up and down as she squirmed deeper into the beanbag.
Alice was breathing hard on the floor in front of her mother, watching as Martha took her own tits in her hands and squeezed them gently, cupping them and offering them to Alice, her daughter.
"Here, baby, take them," Martha cooed. "You probably don't remember the last time you sucked on them."
"I was pretty small then," Alice giggled as She climbed up her mother's body, sensuously pausing to run her tits through her mother's cunt hair.
"Ohhhh!" Alice breathed as her tits rubbed through the rough red hair.
Now she slithered further up her body and sucked her mother's tits into her mouth. The tits may have been small, but they adequately filled Alice's mouth and she murmured with delight as the nipples hardened and slithered about, around her tongue, through her teeth and over her lips. Watching from the waterbed, Tina could see the saliva dribbling out of Alice's mouth and down her mother's body, mingling with the sweat to form little pools in the creases of her skin and navel.
"Go down on me, baby girl," Martha breathed. "Suck my cunt, little girl, oh, please, suck it."
Martha squirmed harder and harder, burying her ass deeper and deeper into the beanbag chair, so that Alice had to squirm all the way down, her head in her mother's crotch and her ass up in the air so that she could get her mouth down over her mother's red-fringed cunt. Tina lay on the waterbed letting the wave motions move her up and down slowly, watching Alice's ass. It was a lovely ass and Tina felt the warmth spread through her body just watching it wiggle as Alice bit and sucked on her mother's writhing body.
Alice's body hair had not yet grown in fully and Tina could see Alice's bright red gash through the scraggly blonde hair that sprouted around it. Tina wished she had the energy to get up and go over there and get a mouthful of it, but she just didn't feel like moving so she reached a finger down to her own cunt and twisted that finger around and around through her own dense bush and into the pleasure hole that the bush guarded.
The warmth raced through her body now and Tina felt good all over, especially when she saw that someone else had also gotten turned on by Alice's lovely little cunt flapping in the breeze. Tina looked away from her own cunt to see who was going to ream Alice. It was her father, George, who stood over her drooling, then sinking down to his knees behind his daughter and pushing his rod into her hole. Alice spread her legs and her cunt Ups opened slightly, letting George's rod slip right in. Alice swallowed the cock with her cunt without missing a beat in the going-over she was giving her mother, whose head fell back as she lost control of her body.
George moved back and forth slamming his cock into his daughter's hole and with each slam he pushed her harder and harder against her mother's hole. With each push, Martha went further and further into orbit, her head rolled from side to side and her tongue hung out of her open mouth, rolling from side to side as she squirmed in ecstasy.
It was a beautiful scene and Tina, who was still playing with herself, was getting turned on incredibly just by watching. Her cunt hair was soaking wet as her pussy expelled the liquid that was welling up inside her and her slippery fingers had trouble gripping her erect clit, but that made the sensation even better as her clit slipped out of her fingers every time she pinched it. The clit slipped slowly out so that she could feel every sensation over the little pink knob.
Tina rolled over on her stomach and watched the threesome in the corner, intertwined, undulating together, all of them barely in control of what they were doing. Oh, how she yearned for a big stiff cock to be shoved up her slippery split. Tina pulled her hands from her cunt and massaged her entire torso, spreading the pussy juice over her midsection and rubbing it into her tits that were also aching for some action. Tina was so close to ecstasy that her jaw was paralyzed, unable to utter a sound. In the doorway she could see Cliff, and she tried to beckon him over to the waterbed. She stared at his stiff cock, but he didn't pay any attention to her. He headed straight for the threesome.
His mother's mouth was wide open and it appealed to him. George laughed as he slammed his pelvis against his daughter's ass driving his cock home again and saw his son take up a position over his wife's mouth.
Martha opened her eyes and came alive.
"Here, baby, put it in," she whispered between gasps as she opened her mouth even wider, and took Cliffs cock in her hand and guided it into her mouth. She closed her mouth tight over its red head and rolled it back and forth between her right and left cheeks. But Cliff wasn't satisfied, his entire cock ached for action and he wanted to shove all of it down. He grabbed his mother's hair roughly and pulled her head even further back so that it touched the floor. From across the room Tina could see Martha's throat grow tight as her head was bent back in an unnatural position. Cliff got down on his knees and pushed his weapon at his mother's mouth, deeper and deeper. From across the room, Tina could see Martha's throat stretch to accommodate her son's dong.
It stretched her tight throat muscles and Tina could almost see the outline of Cliff's thing as he plunged it in and out.
Martha could make almost no sound except strangled gurgles as Cliff plunged his cock in and out of her mouth and Alice gnawed and sucked at her cunt. Tina was tearing at her own cunt now, the mad foursome in the corner was turning her green with envy and despite the fact that her cunt was already sopping wet and her body was already covered with her own come, she wanted still more and more and more, but then she blacked out and when she came to, the foursome must have broken up because there was Cliff perched between her spread legs, with his cock buried deep in the bush at her crotch, so deep that she could feel it hammering away against the deepest recesses of her aching slit.
Without even wondering how the hell Cliff had gotten on top of her, and without asking, she started moving in unison with him. He sat on top of her pressing against her boobs with his hands to get leverage so that he might sink his rod even deeper into her. His hands on her tits felt, oh, so good, and she wanted more and more.
She squirmed around on the waterbed, moving her tits around under his hands so that the nipples, already bright red and erect, slid back and forth under his fingers arousing those needle-sharp adornments on her tits even more.
Tina was going to come any minute now and she knew it in every fiber of her body. Her nipples were the first to signal that an orgasm would soon obliterate her mind, but her cunt was beginning to pulsate uncontrollably, gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing Cliff's rod and now her arms and legs started twitching. Cliff was on the same wave length as Tina because his ramming motions started to slow down, too. He also was approaching his boiling point and suddenly as if a gun had sounded ending the half of a football game, both bodies merged together. Cliff poured his insides into Tina via the cock that connected them. Tina arched up to get as much of the potent prick into her as she could. She could feel the waves of coming shooting into her, bouncing around the wall of her pleasure cave.
Now Tina let herself loose, yielded to the pent-up passions which had raged in her body as she watched the foursome earlier in its massive interhumping. For one of the first times in her life Tina had gotten immensely horny watching them and had been unable to satisfy herself.
Now was the time with Cliff's cock discharging into her, she let out a yelp and then her body went rigid. Her eyes were closed, but she could see a constellation of colors swirling around her head. Cliff's hands were still firmly planted on her tits, pinching her nipples between his fingers and this only drove her wilder and wilder. Her back arched and she tossed and turned. Even with Cliff on her, the waterbed made it easy for her to move and she practically threw Cliff across the room.
His cock, completely discharged now, had lost its erection, but that didn't bother Tina In the least. The locked floodgates had been opened wide and she moved up and down, humping some imaginary lover, up and down, around and around, she could feel Cliff slide off her now, but even that didn't bother her. She gyrated around and around gradually slowing down as the energy stored up during the massive fucking drained out of her body, leaving her limp and listless on the waterbed.
Tina didn't know how long she had been lying on the waterbed in a state of total destruction, but she did hear a voice calling her.
"Hey, Tina," she heard, "wake up, babe."
She looked up to see that Gary, who had fucked her front and back was jostling her awake.
"You've been lying there for an hour," he laughed, "you'll miss all the fun downstairs."
Tina smiled and extended a hand to Gary who pulled her up and wrapped one of his big meat hooks around her waist. "You're missing Donna doing her thing downstairs," he said leading her to the stairway.
Perched on the stairway, Tina could see that most of the dozen or so guests had formed a circle around a short, but very well-built darkhaired woman whose hair was cut in a pageboy. Tina remembered her. She was the Donna ad been at the Miers' orgy a couple of weeks ago, the one where she had met Peter Jamison. Donna had tried to nail Peter before Tina had, but fortunately Julie Miner had intervened. Now she was the center of attention as she went into a bellydance without anything on.
Tina had to admit that it was very sensual indeed, for although Donna's body wasn't all that great, she did know how to use it. She wiggled and squirmed with a great deal of skill, quivering one tit, and then the other, and finally both in harmony. She managed to thrust his hips forward at just the right angle, showing off her pussy with its ringlets of teased, fluffy hair. Her clit poked through the hair seductively and she seemed to have the ability to wiggle it around, too.
Now Donna sank into a limbo, spreading her legs wide apart and firmly planting herself in the middle of the circle. She arched her back and let her head fall back. Her nipples were erect and the skin on her torso stretched tight, pressing her tits against her ribcage so the only part that still protruded were her cherry-red nipples, hard and firm, like bullets.
She gyrated around and around, brushing her short hair against the floor. Her prominent cunt lips poked through her mound of hair and stood out bright and red for all to see. And still she gyrated her hips and took short steps, forward as if wiggling and squirming her way under an imaginary limbo stick. Donna quickly grabbed a cigar from one of the men in the circle and deftly inserted the burning instrument between her cunt lips. Tina could see that every man in the room had a king-sized erection from the performance the little bitch was putting on. Most of the men, without thinking about it, had started toying with their own weapons even before Donna had jammed the burning cigar into her cunt, but now they were quietly going wild.
Donna was the center of attraction and she knew it and she was loving every second of it. She clenched and unclenched her cunt lips while still in the limbo position, making it seem like the damned cigar had a life of its own. Every man in the room, with his erection, was envying that cigar crammed into her hot little cunt. The cigar wiggled up and down, and from right to left as Donna twitched the muscles of her cave.
Now she started drawing the cigar deeper and deeper into her cunt. But she was careful not to let the burning edge get too close to her fluffy hair-pie.
Now she started pushing the cigar out, laughing and squirming as she surveyed the audience she had so quickly acquired. But this was too much for her. The little act had gotten her excited and Donna just couldn't take it anymore. She let herself fall back on the floor and now gripped the cigar with her hands and started plunging it in and out of her own hot little cunt.
The excitement built up and in one quick spasm, Donna came. A couple of the men applauded in jest as Donna returned the cigar and wiped the juice away from the little cunt she had just displayed so proudly.
"Okay, everybody, let's listen to me now-"
That was George and he had that mischievous little smile that indicated that he was going to suggest a hot little something.
"Now the best two lays in the room are Tina and Donna," he started as there was a general murmur of agreement in the room, among both the men who laughed, and the women who smiled as they self-consciously fingered the cunts that they had offered both to the men and women in the room.
"Hey, listen," George started, trying to still the group again. "Let's have a little fight to the finish to see who's the better orgiast.
We'll form a circle and whoever pins her opponent first will be crowned the orgiast."
There was a general murmur of agreement as the men looked forward to a battle between the two women, both beautiful, but one tall and well put together and the other short and compact. Each with their own distinct style, yet each so juicy and fuckable that they could drive any man up a tree.
"Okay, everybody, now these are the rules," George called out, "listen.
Both gladiators will have their bodies coated with grease. Both will wear a chain around the waist, and the first one to pin the other for the count of three will win. There will be as many rounds as necessary.
And dig this, the winner gets to do anything she wishes to the loser.
Anything at all…"
"Okay?" George laughed.
The response was unanimous.
"Yeah," someone shouted.
"Dig it."
"Let's go-"
A pair of hands grabbed Tina and before she knew what was happening she found herself spread roughly on the floor and several pairs of hands started assaulting her, smearing her body with a thick layer of perfumed oil. It took a few minutes, but now Tina was getting into it.
A pair of strong masculine hands cupped one of her tits and vigorously rubbed oil into it, much more carefully than was absolutely necessary.
Tina arched her back to push her breasts deeper into the hands which fondled her. She could feel another pair of hands, feminine this tier judging by the long fingernails, rubbing the scented oil through her thick, sweaty bush. The oil felt cool and sweet as it worked its way through Tina's bush and into the gentle folds of her slit and over the pinkish knob of her clit.
Now someone lifted Tina's midsection and passed a cold, silver chain under her. The hands felt rough and strong, and the cold of he silver felt good against her oiled body as she wiggled against it. Tina felt the hands wrap the chain tightly around her waist and lock it with a little matching silver lock. Tina couldn't see what was happening to her opponent, but she assumed that Donna was getting the same treatment.
Someone took Tina by the arms and lifted her and pushed her forward.
Suddenly Tina found herself in the center of a circle, faced by Donna, also wearing a silver chain, her tits glistening and bouncing as she rocked back and forth on her heels.
"Come on, bitch," Donna hissed, crouching low and stretching her hands out toward Tina, circling her, trying to catch her tall rival from behind.
Tina turned carefully and laced fingers with her opponent, trying to pull her to the ground, but Tina slipped and fell and before she knew what was happening, she felt the breath knocked out of her as Donna leaped on top of her. The chains jangled as the two women rolled on the floor, their greased bodies slipping and sliding around the floor as they struggled with each other.
The crowd yelled its encouragement as the two tumbled madly. Tina felt the long nails of her opponent rake across her body, scratching her all over, and drawing blood from one of her nipples. Strangely, this scratching sent a shiver through Tina's body and she felt her cunt cream. It hurt, but it also felt good. Tina managed to get atop her rival, but she couldn't maintain her position because Donna managed to grab her chain and tug her out of position. She slid off the chunky battler, their tits rubbing each other. Tina was torn by feelings of sensuous desire toward her opponent, but also wanted to beat the shit out of her. Donna struggled atop Tina and dug her oily hands into Tina's bush, grabbing a handful and pulling hard. Tina was quickly snapped from her reverie of warm feeling. Now she knew that nothing should get in her way. She'd beat the little bitch to within an inch of her life and then fuck her good.
Tina let out a yelp when Donna grabbed her, but Donna laughed.
"Can't take it, huh?" she snorted. She grabbed another handful of hair and pulled again. And again Tina screamed, this time louder as she felt the pain shoot from the tips of her cunt hair all through her body.
This was a fight to the death and now, she, too, would swing into action.
Tina dug her fingernails into her opponent's body and raked straight down, loosening skin and flesh as she pulled. Now she could feel Donna's grip on her bush loosening. Tina pulled her hands all the way to Donna's chain and then, grabbing a handful of the chain, pulled back, tearing Donna off her body and sending her sprawling. Tina jumped up and stood over Donna who was still sprawled on the floor, recovering from the spill.
"Come on," Tina hissed. "Get up and take it, bitch."
Donna rolled over and tried to rise, but Tina lashed out with her bare feet and caught her squarely in her gash, knocking the wind out of her.
"Come on, you cheap little whore," Tina yelled, as Donna doubled up with pain. The shoe was on the other foot now and Donna wasn't responding, except with gasps for air. Tina jumped on top of her opponent, knocking her to the ground and digging her hands into her bush and pulling hard. Tina rode the little bitch, alternately tugging at Donna's bush, scratching her tits and pummeling her midsection.
Donna's body was covered with bruises, but she still had some fight left in her and now she arched her back spilling Tina onto the floor, but the advantage didn't last long. Donna tried to get up, but before she could Tina caught her off balance and pushed her over, and this time Donna landed on her back. Tina seized her advantage and again mounted Donna, sitting astride her buttocks.
The chain around Tina's waist felt cold and comfortable as she drew long, sweaty breaths. Tina bunched her hand into a fist, but left one knuckle protruding. She brought this down hard just above Donna's kidney. Donna yelped in pain and arched heir back trying to get loose.
Tina didn't yield her advantage for a moment, bringing her fist down hard again in the same spot.
Donna's cry of pain came across loud and clear and now the assembled guests, those who weren't busy rubbing against each other, let out shouts of approval. Tina's body had them all turned on and they were solid in her corner.
Tina bent down over Donna's head and whispered in her ear, "Hold still, you silly bitch, or I'll really cream you."
Donna fell still, stopping her crying and her squirming. Tina relaxed now, sitting astride her opponent. She could feel her oiled skin rubbing against Donna's and it felt good, but Tina was afraid to enjoy it because Donna was the kind of scheming bitch who would take advantage of any opening. But the warm feeling that was spreading through Tina's body was unstoppable, and this combined with Donna's stillness lulled Tina into a sense of false security. As much as she hated the bitch she had conquered, Tina had to admit that she had a good body, the kind any man or even woman could enjoy and that's just what she was doing now. Their oiled bodies felt good against one another and in just a minute or two, Tina could feel her entire body glowing as she continued to rub back and forth against Donna's prone body.
Tina knew that she was running a risk by masturbating now, but the heat of the battle and the group watching her provided too much pressure and she threw her head back and continued rubbing until she felt the warm waves of orgasm washing over her body. The intensity of the orgasm forced Tina to release her grip and it was at that moment that Donna arched her back and flipped Tina neatly onto the ground and bounded up again. Tina's orgasm was rudely brought to a halt as she toppled on the ground and bounced lip again.
She felt Donna grab her, but the grab didn't do any good because of the oil all over her body. Tina danced out of the way and whirled around and tried to grab Donna, but her grab attempt also failed. The two women danced around and around, each trying to grab the other but failing as all they managed to grab was slick, oiled skin. Donna was the first one to make contact with the sliver chain, grabbing the one around Tina's waist. Whoever controlled the chain controlled the match.
Now was the time to end the match and Tina knew that it was now or never. She allowed Donna to grab her chain and pull her close, but then very suddenly, brought her fist forward, sinking it into Donna's kidney again and again. Donna doubled over in pain. She completely forgot about her grip on Tina's chain, concerned only with the pain that was racking her body. Tina drew her fist back and brought it full into Donna's stomach completely immobilizing her. Now she was ready to move in for the kill.
Tina pushed Donna over. It didn't take much energy since Donna was as helpless as a kitten. Tina straddled Donna. This time not getting turned on as their cunts came into contact. Nothing would divert Tina from her final victory now and Tina grabbed the chain around Donna's waist and twisted it. Donna was moaning in agony, and now the new pressure was too much for her. The silver chain cut viciously into her body and now her sobs were broken and irregular. She could barely squeeze out another sound as the chain tightened around her midsection cutting a deep gash into her skin.
"Beg for mercy you two-bit whore," Tina hissed at her downed opponent.
"Please, please let go," Donna begged. "Let go."
"Plead for mercy, you bitch," Tina laughed.
"Oh, please, Mercy, mercy," Donna begged.
"Again, you bitch," Tina murmured, "again." This time Tina twisted the chain even more almost entirely cutting off Donna's ability to breathe.
Donna's legs thrashed about aimlessly. She was unable to control them and unable to do anything about the death grip Tina had on her.
"Oh, please, let go," Donna whispered. "You win, you win. I'll do anything, anything you want."
Those were the words Tina wanted to hear.
She had a special little punishment in mind for this little bitch and now she would get to administer it. Tina released her grip and let the chain unwind. Donna took a deep breath and everyone in the room applaud as Tina bounded up and held her hands over her head as a champion should.
"Well, Tina, what would you like to do?" George asked.
"Give me that, I'm going to hump that little pussy right up the ass,"
Tina grinned, pointing at the dildo.
She strapped the dildo on, inserting one end into her own twat so she could feel it as she hammered into Donna's ass.
Donna could see what was coming and she tried to squirm away, but a couple of men grabbed her and laid her over the arm of a couch, holding her down and exposing her rich, plump ass.
"She's all yours, Tina," George smiled.
Tina approached her victim and without any attempt to ease her entry humped forward ramming the dildo into Donna's ass. Donna let out a scream, but the scream felt good to Tina's ears. The excitement was too much for Tina who felt the dildo ramming her own cunt. Tina's clit ached as the dildo rubbed against it. The dildo moved roughly in and out of Donna's ass and she continued to scream and beg for mercy, but Tina no longer had any for the little bitch who had tried to take advantage of her.
In and out, in and out, the dildo tunneled a wide hole in Donna's ass and gently tickled Tina's cunt. It was as it should be, the winner fucking the hell out of the loser. The waves of warm, sensuous vibrations raced through Tina's body. The group cheered her on as they watched her humping backward and forward, her tits jumping about madly.
This time Tina had nothing to fear as her body grew hotter and hotter.
She completely shut out of her mind Donna's cries of pain as the dry dildo plunged in and out of her ass. Tina couldn't care less. A trickle of blood oozed out of Donna's aching asshole which was still being reamed, but Tina didn't care. She was an inch short of orgasm and she made one more, deep forward plunge. Donna's scream split the air as the dildo went further into her ass than before, but Tina didn't care, her orgasm was starting.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried as her body shook and jittered as the pleasure/pain raced through her body.